More proof of the election's mental and emotional damage: There's a man out there who is seriously in love with Condoleezza Rice and is on a quest to meet her. We have no idea when this film/documentary, Courting Condi, is going to be released, but the trailer looks simply amazing. Even better? The main star is Buzz from Home Alone. There are no words.
We finally get a sneak peek of Oliver Stone’s W, the G.W. Bush biopic that has been in the news lately due to the Louisiana arrest of stars Josh Brolin and Jeffrey Wright, now that the first trailer has hit YouTube. All I have to say is this: Bush lovers, the few that are left, of course, are going to hate this. Oh, and I didn’t believe it was possible to make Thandie Newton look like Condi Rice.
The Oliver Stone-helmed George W Bush movie had so much promise. Done correctly, it would be scathing, timely, brash and important, all the things that made Wall Street good and Platoon great. But we've just read part of the script and "wind from our sails" is an understatement—the ship has sunk. W is going to be paranoia-drenched hokum; Bush biographers are already saying it "really misses the mark." Leave it up to liberals to ruin a sure thing.
Click through for a peek at some pages of script.
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Marijuana induces paranoia. If you feel that you need anymore evidence to support that claim, read The Guardian's new interview with Snoop, in which he not only makes himself look like an ignorant wacko, but Barack Obama — whom he refers to as "that muthafucker" — also. (emphasis ours)
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Today, the New York Daily News presented at length an upcoming book called The Confidante: Condoleezza Rice and the Creation of the Bush Legacy. And while its tactful title initially leads one to believe the work could be pertinent – maybe even smart – the words from its pages paint a different, Dice Clay-ian picture. Take, for example, this yarn about a Stanford professor demonstrating for some friends how taut Condi's ass is:
Wanting to show his partner how firm Rice's behind was, Blacker postulated that if he aimed a quarter at her butt, it would bounce right off like a rocket.
"He was right," says Kessler. "[Rice] didn't realize what he had done until everyone was laughing hysterically. She was flattered and proud."
Hear that? She wanted it. Awesome, Professor Date Rape! And how about this:
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Vanity Fair's July issue, an Africa-themed edition guest-edited by Bono, will feature 20 different star-studded cover photos taken by Annie Liebovitz. The goal of the shoot, Bono said, was to "bring some sex appeal to the idea of wanting to change the world." Here's a thought, Bono: try bringing some money to the idea of wanting to change the world.
To be sure, what this whole pitiful—surely catered—charade amounts to is nothing more than rich people with the best of intentions exerting very little effort in the hopes that it will make a difference. But despite their aspirations, the fact is that this gesture will probably prove to be relatively meaningless.
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